Chapter 80 - Are You Just Oblivious

Sadé's POV:

— Saturday, 1:30PM, On The Jet

Me, Marshall, Hailie, Stevie, and Alaina had just walked onto the jet, preparing for take off so that we could finally go back home after spending the holidays with my family over the last four days. Hailie went to take a nap on the bed in the back of the jet while Alaina was sat next to Stevie on the couch. I was sat at the table by the window opposite of Marshall. We all got ourselves situated for the flight then began takeoff.

Once we were steady in the air, I took my MacBook out of my carry on, connecting to the planes internet. I went online, beginning my search for my new apartment in Chicago. I was looking at all the luxury and modern ones, even condos. To be honest, I wasn't sure of what exactly I wanted, but I knew it had to be something modern yet homey. Something where I could see myself thriving and comfortable at, at the end of the day. I couldn't be near my old apartment for safety reasons, but I was open to anything really. Looking at the living rooms, kitchens, balconies, and commons, I had gotten caught up.

I was so intrigued by the listings that I hadn't noticed that Marshall moved to sit next to me, seeing what I was up to.

"What you lookin' at?" He reluctantly asked me, looking at my computer screen.

"Apartments." I answered, "Figured I should start looking for a new place soon." I told him, not thinking too much of it.

"Oh." He gave a one worded reply, letting out a sigh.

"Do you like any of these? I think some of them are pretty nice." I tried to make small talk with him.

I was flipping through the tabs, showing him different listings. He looked at all of them, but didn't really say much. I wanted his opinion, but he didn't really give me one. He didn't seem to be interested in any of them.

"They're ight." He shrugged, "What made you start looking at apartments though?" He asked me suspiciously, kissing his teeth.

"I just feel like I'm ready to move on to that next part of my life that we spoke about after everything that had happened. I'm ready to start my new beginnings - A new chapter." I gave a faint smile.

He looked at me for a few seconds, remaining silent. He moved back to sit at the opposite end of the table.

"Okay." He gave a one worded reply before slipping his headphones on and closing his eyes.

That was weird to say the least. He wasn't acting like himself, and seemed to be upset about something. What? I don't know, but he didn't seem to want to be bothered as he ignored me when I tried to get his attention again. He stayed that way the rest of the duration of the flight. In return, I ignored his bad mood, continuing my apartment hunting alone.

— Rochester Hills, Detroit, 5:18PM

We had arrived back in Michigan at around 4pm, and everyone had gotten dropped off at their respective houses. Marshall and I had just arrived at his home in Rochester Hills after an hour drive. The security took our bags upstairs while we entered the home. There was this weird uncomfortable tension between us, and I had no clue why. He said nothing the entire flight and nothing the entire car ride home. Not to me anyways because he was still very much talking to his daughters. So obviously he was mad at me about something, but I didn't know what the reason was. It was honestly taking a toll on me because he had never given me the silent treatment before.

As soon as the security left the house, I decided to press the issue since we were alone. Marshall had gone in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for something to eat. I followed behind him, watching him open up a cold can of pineapples as I rehearsed what I wanted to say to him. I made a mental note to go grocery shopping for him tomorrow since we hadn't restocked since before we left so that none of the food would spoil.

"Love, what's wrong? Is everything okay, is it something I did?" I asked anxiously.

"Don't call me that right now, please." He said in an emotionless voice as he bit into a sliced pineapple ring.

"What? I can't call you love now?" I smacked my lips, pouting.

"No. Not in this moment." He said not looking at me.

"Umm, okay? I suppose." I rolled my eyes, giving him an annoyed look, but ultimately respecting his boundaries.

"So that's how it is, that's how it's gonna be with you today?" I asked, my temper rising.

"Mhmm." He said gruffly, "That's exactly how it's gonna be today, baby." He remarked sarcastically.

"And ain't nothing wrong with you?" I suspiciously eyed him.

"Nope." He said popping the p.

"Ight. You're such a liar." I let out, walking away to leave the kitchen.

I was not about to argue with this grown man right now. Not today. If he wants to be childish, then he can go ahead and do that. I wasn't going to waste my breath trying to talk to him when he clearly doesn't want to. I was basically out of the kitchen, when he decided to say something petty. I snapped my head back in his direction, giving him a death glare as I walked back towards him.

"Yea, walk away just like you will when you move out." He piped up, getting all egotistical.

"Marshall, leave me alone. Don't say nothing to me if you ain't gonna say it to my face." I snapped at him.

Well there goes mature me, trying to be the bigger person, right out the window. If he wants petty Sadé, he could get it. I truly didn't want to argue, but if he wants to then alright. Now it's whatever since he wants to be rude with me.

"You really want me to tell you how I feel about you right now to your face?" He asked, knitting his eyebrows together.

"Mhmm."

"I'm pissed. I'm mad that you're leaving me." He said lowly, looking me directly in my eyeballs.

"Wha- Mad at me because I'm moving back to Chicago?" I say in a high pitched voice.

"Yes." He strained out, seemingly stressed. 

"Why are you mad at me for that? You knew that I'd be going back sooner or later. We talked about this so many times. You said that you'd support me no matter what. That wherever my new beginnings take me, you'd be there by my side. The new beginnings that YOU told me about when I couldn't pull myself out of the slumps. Now you're mad?" I ranted, flailing my hands around.

"Yes, I am! Why can't you just stay here, Sae? Why do you have to leave? You could just live with me." He exclaimed.

"Marshall, it's not that simple... I have work in Chicago. That's where my warehouse is, my headquarters. It's also where my filming suite is and where I conduct business, where my office is at. I can't just up and leave everything behind. It doesn't work like that because if it did then why can't you just come to Chicago instead? Why would I have to move, huh?" I raised my voice an octave ever so slightly.

"I- You know I can't do that, Sadé. My life is here. I have work here too, and my family." He answered hesitantly.

Hmph. Double standards, I see.

"Exactly. You can't just make a big decision like that so you shouldn't expect me to neither. I have work there. And Chicago is my home. I'll always find my way back home."

"What, so Detroit isn't like home to you?" He scoffed.

"Don't twist my words. I didn't say that. I said Chicago is my home, and it always will be. It's where I was born, where I grew up, where I was raised, and probably where I'll take my last breath. I love my city, and I love this one too. You know Detroit is like a second home to me now. I love it here, and have grown to become so familiar with it. This house, it's like a second home to me too. And so are you..." I tried to explain as I started to become emotional, "But I have to find my own home first. Something that's mine."

He studied my face quietly for a few moments. Then he started shaking his head in disbelief - disapproval even.

"No. My home is your home. What's mine is yours." He continued shaking his head.

He had sat the pineapples down to pace the kitchen as we went back and forth. His hand was on his chin, and he was breathing heavily.

"Move in with me. We practically live together anyways!" He insisted as if he didn't hear anything I just told him for the past five minutes.

And if I'm being real, him insisting that I move in with him was a lot to handle. I mean, we just started dating officially not even two months ago, and we've only known each other for 5. I can't just move in like that. This was way too soon to even start thinking about. I have a lot to loose career wise as well; I couldn't even if I wanted to.

"Marshall, I can't... That's moving way too fast for me." I chuckled nervously, my heart rate increasing.

"For you. It's moving too fast for YOU. Because it's always about YOU ain't it?" He started raising his voice, "ARE WE MOVING TOO FAST OR ARE YOU JUST OBLIVIOUS?!" He yelled at me, causing me to flinch.

I looked at him with wide eyes, not expecting him to have yelled at me. Especially not the way that he did. His face was red with anger, and his bright blue eyes intensified, intimidating me. I knew he would never hurt me, but he still scared me regardless. I was frightened because it was out of the blue. So random. I hasn't expected this conversation to become so heated. I took a step back, creating distance between us. I suddenly felt my bottom lip quiver, and my stomach drop. I fought to keep myself together.

"What are you talking about?" I squeaked out, a frown falling on my saddened face.

"You're so clueless. You really don't see it, do you?!" He continued loudly, his voice booming throughout the entire kitchen whilst he just to stared at me.

"See what?!" I whined out tiredly, having no energy in me to continue arguing with him.

His face changed from angry to disheartened. He let out a huge, frustrated sigh, running his hands over his face. His features softened then he walked over to stand in front of me. I didn't move. I just looked up at him, feeling like I could cry right about now.

"Forget it. Ima continue to be patient with you, baby girl. But you'll realize sooner or later. Come to me when you finally see it." He said quietly, surrendering.

He gave me a quick peck on the cheek, walking out of the kitchen in frustration. I didn't say say anything, and didn't turn around to watch him leave. I heard the door to his studio slam shut with a loud bang a few seconds later.

That was intense. We've never argued like that before. We never argued forreal in general actually. We had small disagreements, sure, but that was every couple. We never went at it. Well, minus the time when I tried to leave and he tried to stop me, but that doesn't count.

This shook something in me. He never once yelled at me like that. Never ever. Once I knew he was gone, I immediately started to cry. My lip was quivering and all. I didn't like how he just did that, as if I want his girl or something - His lady. How could he just yell at me like that?

I was left so confused. I had no clue what he was talking about. What is "it", and why couldn't he just tell me what "it" was if it's such a big fucking deal? I just don't understand. For him to be that angry about me leaving was absurd to me. Yes, I'll miss him too, and I'll be sad to go, but he didn't even say that was the reason. He didn't need to though because already knew that. We spend so much time together, of course he'd be sad to see me go and resume a long distance relationship again. I wasn't happy about it neither, but I for sure wasn't fumming about it. Marshall was in shambles, and I just didn't understand why no matter how hard I tried. I felt like total shit now.

I wiped my bare face of any tears, sniffling in the process. God, I'm way too sensitive for my own good. Sometimes I hate being so in tune with my emotions. And I hate to admit it, but I also hate being so spoiled. Because any minor inconvenience in my life or when someone does something I don't like, then there's a whole show of waterworks. It's quite ridiculous, honestly, but I couldn't help it. It's just who I am.

I held my palms flat against the counters as I stood there with my head down, trying to steady my breathing. I was becoming calm again, but I was stressed out. Seeing as I was already in the kitchen, I made the impulsive decision to start baking; More specifically, stress baking. I had decided to drown my sorrows out into food.

I rummaged through the cabinets, pantry, and fridge, getting all the ingredients I needed. I started to put everything together, getting lost in the process of baking. I mixed together the eggs, flour, sugar, and other ingredients as needed, following the recipe step by step from the top of my head. I scooped the batter into cupcake pans, putting them in the oven for the next 20 minutes. I had actually ended up making two different flavors: Snickerdoodle & Vanilla.

I made homemade frosting as per usual, creating a cream cheese flavored one, and a cinnamon sugar flavored one. Afterwards, I took the cupcakes out of the oven to cool off on a baking rack. I eventually piped them, adding cute little sprinkles for decoration. They were cute and tasted delicious if I must say so myself.

I made enough for Marshall and I, and even the security guards that were on duty to surveillance the house. I packed some up in a container, throwing on a sweater and slippers as I walked outside to bring the desserts to them. They thanked me for my kindness before I went back inside. I always keep them in mind, knowing they work their butts off and risk their lives just to protect Marshall, and now me too.

I was back in the kitchen, standing there in silence as I ate my cupcake. I still felt this sense of anxiousness. I felt better, but it wasn't enough. I just wish he'd tell me what's bothering him so much, but no. I had to figure that out on my own as if it was some kind of mind game. I didn't want to dwell on the argument anymore, and decided to be creative to take my mind off of things.

I went into my studio to see if I had all the supplies I needed, which I did not. Marshall tried his best picking out fabrics for me to use to sew with since it's one of my hobbies, but he wasn't the best at it. I still appreciated it greatly though because it's the thought that counts. Realizing that I had to go to the store for what I needed, I looked up the nearest fabric store near me. I threw back on my sweater and slippers, not really caring how I looked. I grabbed my phone that was charging and my purse, walking to the garage. I got in my Rover, making my way to Joann's Fabrics.

Marshall's POV:

— Meanwhile In The Studio

"Forget it." I told her weakly as I looked down at her.

"Ima continue to be patient with you, baby girl. But you'll realize sooner or later. Come to me when you finally see it." I told her in a much softer tone, turning to give her a small kiss on the cheek before walking away entirely.

I was just so frustrated and angry in that moment. I needed to leave before I really got upset. I saw the way she backed up when I started to raise my voice, something I never do with her. Ever. I entered my studio in the basement, slamming my door loudly. I'm sure it shook the whole house with how much force I used.

"FUCK." I groaned, sitting down in my chair as I threw my head back.

Why the fuck am I like this, man? The shit love fucking does to you, I swear. It's fucking insane. I didn't want her to leave because I love her. I wasn't falling in love with her, no. I actively love that girl, dawg. I love having her by my side everyday, love her cuddles at night, love hearing her laugh, love seeing her do her thang, love being able to please her, love her cooking, love her voice, love her girly pop music, love her words of encouragement, love her personality, I love it all. I love her.

I didn't want to give that up. I don't want to go back to how it used to be when we'd be separated for weeks on end because we live in two different states. I didn't want to have to FaceTime her every night, or text her good morning every day when I first woke up. I wanted to be able to wake up next to her in my bed, and be able to go to sleep with her in my arms after pillow talk. I had gotten used to it. I'm a creature of habit. I didn't want to miss her... I wanted her here with me every day. In our home. I would do anything for her to make it our home now.

But I guess I understand where she's coming from. She wants a place she can call hers, call her own. Something that she knows that she worked hard for that she can physically see. Somewhere she can be unapologetically her. A home that's all hers. She's an independent woman. I get it.

Plus, she has her life there that she already built for herself. I shouldn't expect her to give that up just to please me. Because I damn sure wouldn't up and leave my family or my work here in Detroit if roles were reversed. I couldn't; Not even if I wanted to. I built my life and my family here that I raised from my bare hands to the ground up. And she did the exact same thing, but in Chicago. She was valid when she called me out on that, checking me. She always knew how to put me in my place.

But what I don't get is why she doesn't understand what it is we have. Hell, I really can't even speak on the topic because I barely know what it means to love my damn self. I've never been in love except for once in my life, and it all went to shit. Every relationship I've ever had was toxic. But even I know that we're in love. It's so fucking obvious. What me and Sae have is real, and no one can deny that. Everyone sees it except for her. Even her fucking grandmother sees it! It's like she's the only one that oblivious to the fact, and it was getting to me.

And I know that girl is in love with me. I see the admiration in her eyes every time she speaks to me, the way her cheeks glow when she's happy to see me, and feel the way her heart beat picks up whenever we're close. I see how tender she is with me unlike how she is with everyone else. I see it all. I see how happy I make her. I see how comfortable she is around me - How safe I make her feel as her man. She let all her guards down, opened up to me about every little thing about her. She let me in. But she doesn't see that she's in love with me? She doesn't understand what love is? That's insanity to me. How could she not feel the sparks every time we kiss, or the way I look at her full of nothing but pure joy & fondness, and respect. The way I show her such deep affection with my words, my actions, and my through my touch. How?

Hell, that girl could kill me and I wouldn't even put up a fight! She has me whipped. I'm talking down bad. I've never been head over heels like this for any woman ever.

I tried so long trying to deny it my damn self that I loved her until I couldn't anymore. I tried so hard to convince myself that maybe she just doesn't feel the same because she's young. Or maybe it's because she needs a little more time to understand what it is because of her past relationship. We both been through some pretty fucked up, toxic shit. I know she was broken before and doesn't want to go through that again. She's expressed that to me many times. I know she's healing because she's gone through a lot. I get that. And I know I have to be patient with her because if it. I know it takes longer for her to understand some things because she refuses to simply let them be out of fear of getting hurt. I know that. And I will continue to be patient with her. That's my baby, my sweetheart, my lady, my love.

But I just want her to realize it already. I want to know what it feels like to be loved too. I want that reciprocation. She shows me that she loves me every single day, but it's subconsciously. I want her to do it knowing that that's exactly what's she's doing. Beacuse when she understands that, then she'll see that all that I'm doing for her is out of live too. Then it'll hit different. Everything will hit different from that point forward. For me and for her. It'll be a while 'nother level that I'm honestly ready for... Never thought I'd say that, but I am.

I grabbed my phone going to my music playlist to try to ease this anger I was feeling, but it only made it worse. Because right when I pressed play, some lame ass song Sadé was listening to started playing through the speakers. She had used my phone earlier today on the car ride back because hers had died and she wanted to listen to her tunes so I just gave her mines even thought I was giving her the silent treatment.

"-ver worry 'bout (what I do)I'd coming home (back to you)Every night, doing you right You're the type of woman (deserves good things)Fist full of diamonds (hand full of rings)Baby, you're a star (I just want to show you are)You should let me love you Let me be the one toGive you everything you want and needBaby, good live and protectionMake me your selection Show you the way lives supposed to beBaby, you should let me love you, love you, love youLove you, yeah"

Man, what the fuck?! I heard some dudes voice playing through my speakers, talking about love and shit, saying how he just wants to be able to show his girl that he loves her. I looked down at my phone, reading the song title: Let Me Love You by Mario.

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Yo, this girl is everywhere. Even when I try, I can't get away from her. How the hell is this shit playing right now? It's like it knows what the fuck I'm thinking... Oh hell nah.

I went to change the song to something else, specifically something in the rap category, but I can't lie... Would it be crazy if I listened to the whole thing? I mean, it was pretty catchy, and I was in my feelings right now. Some of the lyrics might've been a little too relatable though as I sat there, just staring at the ceiling. What the hell is this girl doing to me man? Making me all soft and shit. Listening to some dude sing me old R&B songs, acting like I'm heartbroken, knowing damn well I'm not. I gotta get a grip asap.

"Your true beauty's descriptionLooks so good that it hurts You're a dime plus 99And it's shame don't even know your worthEverywhere you go, they stop and stare'Cause you're bad and it showsFrom your head to your toes, out of control, baby you know"

"Make me your selection Show you the way love's supposed to be (hey)You should let me love you (aye, love you)Let me be the one to (the one to)Give you everything you want and need (everything you need, ooh baby)Good love and protection (protection)Make me your selection (selection, baby)Show you the way lives supposed to be (ooh, yeah)Let me love you That's all you need, baby"

Once the song ended, I just sat there, thinking. I know damn well I did not just sit there and listen to that entire song like a little bitch? If the bros ever found out about this, they'd clown me all day and night, talking about how whipped I am, dawg. Like a switch, I went back to being angry, deciding focus on my own music. Might as well use this anger to get this damn album done. It's due in a few months, and it ain't gonna write or record itself.

Music has always been a source I can turn to whenever I'm in a bad mood. It's something to take my mind off of things. I could get lost in it for hours and hours so that's exactly what I did. I know music will never leave me. Not like Sae is when she's about to move out whenever that is. It's always gonna be there for me when I need it the most. Not saying Sae isn't because she most definitely is always there for me no matter what, but you get what I mean.

I wasn't gonna be taking shots at my girl even though I'm mad at her right now. I wouldn't throw her under the bus like that. However, I am gonna be taking shot at other motherfuckers in the industry, and the industry in general. I got to writing, scribbling down all types of rhymes.

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I was in a zone not paying attention to how much time had passed. Within four hours, I had written and recorded an entire song. I titled it Favorite Bitch. It's about how I resort to music during tough times like this.

"When I was goin' through some of the hardest times, I drew from herBut she's like the devil 'cause I just can't let loose of her (Lucifer)'Cause the thought of losin' her makes me wanna just let loose on herThen I hit the studio, tryna rendezvous with herTell her, "It's a butt-dial girl," yeah, booty call (Haha)That's how it used to be, 'cause you and me, we ruled the worldAnd we made Curtis blow (Kurtis Blow, 50)Fuck, I miss them days"

I walked out the booth after I took my headphones off, taking a break. It was around 9 at night, but I was wide awake. I couldn't sleep, and I was starving. I just wanted a late night snack. I made my way upstairs to the first floor, having to walk past Sadé's little studio I made for her. I hear music blasting! Oh, she's either really mad or really into whatever she's working on. I really hoped it was the latter because I genuinely started to feel bad for yelling at her the way I did. I know she was mad at me at least a little bit though because when I got snarky with her and she whipped her head around, her little body walking at me at full speed, I knew I should've been quiet right then and there, but I wasn't and started the argument anyways.

I cracked her door open to take a peak inside, and there she was. Playing music from her computer, sewing something on one of the mannequins. I didn't make my presence know because I know when it comes to her creative side, the one where she takes fashion and makes it art, like sunglasses or sewing, or sketching something of that nature, she's very private about it. She has this thing where she's shy about showing off her work to other people so she tends to keep it all to herself because it's special to her. And I think that's so cute, and I respect it so much. While I would love to see some of the things she's made, I do understand that she's a naturally shy person, which comes with it's consequences.

She looked so focused on her craft: Curly hair up in a ponytail, glasses on her face, measuring tape around her neck, moving her head lightly to the music. She was in her own little bubble, not worrying about the outside world around her. Not worrying about the troubles I just caused her earlier. Damn, I kind of feel bad now. I know I'll miss her more than I should. I'm just happy she's making good use of the space, and blowing off her steam in a healthy manner, nonetheless.

I quietly closed the door, continuing my way to the kitchen. I walk in and immediately see cupcakes. I already know who made them. I place my hand over my heart, letting out a sigh. Even when she's mad she does nice things. I grab a cupcake, eating it right up. I don't even deserve these man. I yelled at her, and I'm over here eating her damn cupcakes that taste like heaven.

I had eaten the vanilla one, going in for the snickerdoodle one next. I suddenly start to feel sad again. I don't wanna give this up. When she leaves, who's gonna bake for me just because? I started to drown my feelings into the soft cakes, a frown forming on my face as I chewed, crumbs getting in my beard. I hate this. I know I don't want her to go, but I have to. I knew that she was going to return back to Chicago eventually so I can't even be mad at her for that. I knew the stipulations as soon as I decided to bring her back to my place. I knew it all.

I said I would support her in whatever she chose to do as her next step, and I meant that one hundred percent. I couldn't just be flipping the script on her like that because of my own personal feelings. It wasn't fair of me to spring such a tough question on her like that, knowing I wouldn't have done the same. I was being a hypocrite. It wasn't cool of me at all.

None of what I did was cool. I could've handled that situation differently, causing a better outcome. My feelings were valid, but I could've sat her down like a mature adult instead of spazzing out on her like some chick on the street. She was being more mature than I was, and that's saying something.

When I was done, I threw the wrapper away, filling up a glass of water and drinking it. I eyed the cupcakes one more time before deciding to take two more back to the studio with me. They were so good. This is why I'm always in the gym now. I had to start working out more once I started dating Sae because she keeps feeding me 24/7. If I didn't, I'd be a fatass. But I wasn't about to give up some good eats, no way; So I make sure I hit that gym every morning like clockwork.

I made my way back to the studio, closing the door normally this time. I resumed working on my album, creating and recording another song. The beat was produced by Royce, and I was feeling it. I felt like I could really use it on the album so I wrote a few verses to it, recording my parts. I then saved it to the system, ready to show him first thing Monday morning.

"Started to spit vulgar, my ZIP code had been skid rowBut I ate every single beat that I spit over, the shithole I escapedThen I began to explode, detonate, now the Eastside went schizoThought my name was B-side 'cause they flipped over my tapeAnd I won't hesitateTo get 'em all bent so outta shape (Fuck)"

After a while, I called it a night. I made my way to the second floor, going up to the bedroom. Sadé was still doing her thing, and I just let her even though it was almost midnight. I took a shower, doing my nightly routine. I got into bed, going to sleep by myself for the time being. Hopefully it wouldn't be too much longer until she came up for bed because I wanted her in my arms like always.

Sadé's POV:

— Meanwhile In The Babe Cave

It's been a while since I got back to the house from the fabric store, and I've been sewing for the past few hours now. It was really helping me calm myself, relaxing all of my nerves from earlier. I was listening to some music strictly for the vibes. It was shuffling on my playlist, some of the songs were:

• Needy | Ariana Grande• Get Up 10 | Cardi B• Sweet But Psycho | Ava Max• Back To The Streets | Saweetie

I had sketched out a pair of jeans that I had been thinking of lately, and really wanted to create. I had never seen anything like it before, but that's the beauty of sewing & creativity. You want something, just go make it yourself.

I had already gotten the basics done: The pants were constructed to completion, the hems were perfected, and they fit me perfectly. All I had left to do was add the finishing touches to it. I had began to distress them a little bit, creating holes here and there, making them split, and then my favorite part - Adding jewels to the bottom. This was really going to make it or break it. However, as I started to do it, it definitely made it. The Swarovski crystals were eating. I just knew this would eat all the girls up.

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I had finished some time later. I looked at the finished product, feeling proud of myself. I did that! I felt good. I was honestly quite tired now, and ready to go to bed for the day. After all the traveling, working, and all that happened between Marshall and I, I was ready to knock out.

I had gone upstairs when I stopped at the door to the bedroom. I was contemplating on if I should sleep with Marshall or not in his bed. I truly didn't know if he even wanted to be near me right now so I decided against it. Instead, I quickly went inside, grabbed  a few articles of clothing, and made my way to the guest room.

I figured I'd just sleep there tonight. I wanted to give Marshall his space to cool off. If he wanted me there he would've told me, but he didn't. I didn't want to press the issue or make him any more upset at me. I also chose to sleep here because I was still mad at him myself. Less so, but still. I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, put my hair in my bonnet, and climbed into the guest bed, the same one I ever slept in when I first visited here.

I tried to go to sleep, but I had trouble sleeping all night. I tossed and turned for hours, not being able to get my mind to shut off for the night. I eventually fell asleep at some point, but it wasn't very good. I knew I'd be tired in the morning, but oh well.

A/N: That one was intense... 🫣 They've never argued like that before. What y'all think is gonna happen next when they see each other the next morning? Comment yalls thoughts because I love interacting with you all, and your comments make my day! - 🤎